#082

today, tides ebb
my lips are flowers of ash
hemmed in red

i thought i saw you next door
the red train whooshed past-
a blur, the destination
same, i thought of you with sleepy eyes
sipping tea over the balcony

i thought i saw you descend, and
melt- a platform full with
sweaty beings, stitch-un-
stitch a heartbeat
i caught myself unaware

in my chest, waves rise,
swell, fall- a tint of cherry
i count time

the feel of you in me, awake,
a poem, a vernal sigh-
at quarter past six,
i did catch your twinkling eye.

©Mohana Das
August 10, 2013

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